St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-12-31
A CoACHMAN'S CONQUEST.

ner manners, out no one blamed ner Tor
that, as she was rich, refined, intelligent,
and came from good family. While
she was aristOcratic, she was, however,
ex eedingly affable, and when she
granted condescensiOn she did it SO
prettily that nobody regarded it as one.
She dressed neatly, hated deceit, was
matter-of-fact in her friendships, was
neither impulSive nor demOnstrative,
and knew how to enjoy life. She was
ately sensible in her views and practical
in her purposes.
She owned a magnificent place on the
Hudson, or to be more precise, held a
half interest in it. The other half be-
longed to her brother Ralph, who spent
most of his time abroad. The interior
was as beautiful as the exterior. She
kept servants. did as she pleased and
was responsible to large extent to no.
body but herself.
She was fond of riding, boating and
outdoor sports, which brought color to
her cheeks and twill to her muscles, but
did not make her seem mannrish.
One bright June morning, while seated
upon the veranda, young man came
leisurely up the steps. He was tail,
GRACEFUL, dllllcIlCs Illc-iOOhluS' hc lOOh
off his hat, his handsome brown eyes
resting upon her.
.'Be seated" she said, with wave of
her hand, whereupon he complied with
half-ou ZZical occurrences.
Il expected you yesterday" she
added. at which he merely lifted his
eyes in puzzled way. But did not
expect to see you so we'll dressed" she
continued, with characteristic frank
ness.
THAT shouldn't matter" he replied,
speaking for the first time, his voice
low. yet distinct and musical.
"Well, don't know that it does" was
her comment. ''You know all about
horses, of course"
-"Oh, yes" he replied. lifting his hand
to his mouth, to hide queer smile that
stirred it.
"Your recommendations were salts
factory" she said. II think you will
do"
Just then an old servant approached.
"Philip, this is Andrew Jacobs, my
new coachman," she quickly said.
"Show him to his room in the carriage
house, and explain to him his duties"
''Yes, Miss Lucille, replied the old
man with bow.
1.-The fellow is entirely too gentle
manly,n was her mental comment, as
she gazed after her new domestic.
Before two weeks had passed she
found the man more frequently in her
thoughts than she would have cared to
confess. 1t arose from companionship
and his thoughtful, obedient, deferen-
tial ways. She felt it was that, apart
from his handsome face and figure. In
a dozen of instances she was made
If n no n ma nf
broad culture who had travelled much
and read more.
She took sick in the early part of Sep
TENDER. The complaint was malarial
fever; it was OF a serious attack, V t
grave enough to confine her to the
house. The doctor would not ermit
her to read and that made her cOnfine-
ment all the more lonesome.
Andrew Jacobs had spare time on his
hands, and Ito doubt was an excellent
reader. Why not press him into serv-
ice?
The idea was at oHce carried out. He
read aloud to her for several hours eve Y
day. His voice was Sweetly modulated,
and he understood everything which he
read. He occasionally made comments,
and she was as much pleased with them
as with what he read. His presence
afforded her so much qualification that
she sometimes almost forgot the social
distinction between them.
In analyZing her feelings she discov-
cred, with somethi. akin to dismay,
that size had gro very fond of him.
There were 10 visitors at the house
her servants were discreet-and so the
intimacy was not made matter of COM
ment She did not dismiss him, she
simply became more guarded.
Mir. Jacobs" she said to him one
day, ''you must have led an eyentful
life"
II don't know" he replied little alb
sently. 1T has always seemed rather
commonplace to me-"
.sBut-you have-sutfered S0me?''
"Oh, no, Miss Cayanagh," he replied,
his soft brown eyes upon her face.
"What led you to think that?"
She grew embarrassed for a moment,
which was an unusual thing with heI.
She did not like to pry into his past life,
and yet she had become quite curious
concerning it.
Il suspected that you had met with
with-vicissitudeS," she hesitatingly
said. ''You are certainly serving be-
meath your capacities"
IF so. | am cOntented," he quietly
replied, although he colOred deeply.
mo vocation is mean unless we choose
to make it So"
Yes" she thoughtfully assented, and
then relapsed into silence.
'.lIe might have told me something
about himself" she thought in vexa-
ton. ''Oh. if his name only wasn't
Jacobs, 1t could not be more pie
beian"
Her health began to return to her. and
she looked forward with impatient an
ticipation to the drives along the country
roads in the October twilights. But she
was to be disappointed. at least so far as
the eompanionship of Andrew Jacobs
was concerned. for he announced to her
his intention to depart.
She was in the conservatory at the
time, and he had just pushed open one
of the glass doors.
You are going to leave me?" she re-
peated. a faint pallOr in her face, dull
pain in her heart.
Eyes, Miss Cavanagh."
because do not pay you enough?'
''Oh, bless you, no." he repl ed.
"YOu are offered Someth ng better, no
doubt?''
mo, Miss Cavanagh. have nothing
in prosp ct. Jsimpiy wish to 60"
She felt hurt: the dull pain in her
heart increased: climbing rose almost
touched her cheek, but it impaired none
of its color to it.
in that case nothing would induce
you to remain,'' she said, regaining her
composure. II am afraid that l can
never supply your place. l supposed
that you were entirely satisfied. p
.0n the contrary, | have been very
dissatisfied" he interrupted, with so
much vehemence that she looked di-
rectlv at him. struck. as never before,
by his handsome face and grand height.
Il am SORRY" she said.
He noticed the grave infection.
Not dissatisfied with you. Miss Cava-
nagh,n ne quickly said. mo, not with
Nou-nor my wOrk-nOr my surround